Third Time's a Charm

 

This morning, Lotta and I made another attempt for a Lazy Jane's scone.  As we were preparing to depart, I said, "Third time's a charm".  To which Benja responded how funny a slogan that would be for a hospital, "Let's try the SAME thing for the third time and see if we get a different result."  (Which then made me recall Benja telling a family in the hospital elevator, that an apple a day would have prevented their hospital stay.  Unfortunately THEY were not in the space of receiving that advice.)  Lotta had a break between classes and we began walking and man oh man it was chilly.  Again, that chilly where your hands just stay cold in your gloves.  As we walked, we discussed memories we recalled along Williamson Street.  For example, one day after a field trip, Lotta and I walked to Batch together for a treat because we had extra time before we needed to be at the bus stop for Zibbi.  And we both remarked how much we appreciated living somewhere where we had so very many fond memories.  We passed Batch along our way (still closed).  Then, we arrived at the purple and green house and they were OPEN!!!  (Angel chorus inserted here.)  We went inside, the only ones there, and told the person behind the counter how very happy we were to see them open for business.  We arrived home and there were cheers and jumping and streamers and maybe even a parade, for our determination and grit in obtaining those pastries.  Benja had to rush to eat his cinnamon roll because I have this strange rule that if a sweet treat is eaten before noon, it counts as breakfast and not as your actual sweet treat (even though it IS a sweet treat.)  The point is, third time was indeed a charm.